I awoke in front of the Whorehouse. At least they had the decency to place my clothes back on me, and drop me back off. I sat up in pain and twisted the doorknob. I tries to be as silent as I could because it had to have been at least 2 in the morning. I managed to climb the stairs to my room floor. Once I reached my door I pushed it open and closed it. I just wanted to rest. I figured I would lay on my stomach to give my ass a break. I kick off my shoes, and sprawl out on my bed. Soon after I dozed off to sleep..

When I awoke Daddy Mac was standing over me. I looked up at him and he yanked me up by my shirt out of the bed. I squealed in fear because I was surely confused. He slammed me back onto the wall, and I fell down. He picked me up again and punched me in the face causing me to fall back onto the bed. I crawled into the corner, and balled up into the fetal position as he walked over to where I was. His footsteps stopped as he neared me...

"Where were you yesterday?" He asked, his tone darker than usual.

I spit out the blood filling my mouth. "I was out with a friend." I winced.

He chuckled lowly and punched me in the face again. I cried out and tried to block his hand but it was to no avail. "Let me ask you again... Where were you yesterday?"

"I was on a date. Please don't hit me again. No... No..."

His rain of punches came down on me once more. I cried out because I didn't understand why he was doing his. I thought I was different to him.

"I needed you at the club making my fucking money yesterday. You out with some nigga! That's not what we do here. You are my bitch. You are under my fucking regime."

It just now hit me that this is about pure jealousy.

"I'm sorry." I cried. I wiped my tears and I saw blood on my hands. I hadn't really how severe he was beating me. This is worser than Jalonni's abuse by far. I could only imagine what he would do once he got his hands back on me.

"You making sextaoes and shit too." He said, cracking his knuckles.

"I didn't. I don't know what you're talking about." I cried.

"Oh you don't?" He says, pulling out his phone and clicking it. "What's this?" He says, squatting down to me and putting the phone in my face.

I looked up out of my one good eye, and watched the video. They filmed me getting raped but because of the drugs it looks like I was enjoying it and moaning. I can't believe this. They posted it on this site where you sent in amateur videos and get paid for it depending on the hot factor, and the votes were at a 10. The highest level. It added on because I was a stripped. I threw my head down in shame. He moved the camera away from me, and dragged me by legs away from the corner. He picked me up, and tied me to the bed.

"What are you doing to me?" I cried as I watched him pick up a clear bottle with a skull and bones symbol on it.

"Teaching you what real pain is." He says, sinisterly.

He walks back over to the bed and pours the substance into a metal bowl. He stirs the solution up with a wooden stick and when he pulls it out it was dissolved. I hoped he wasn't about to do what I thought he was.

"Daddy Mac please..." I begged.

He grabbed the bowl and walked over to me. He placed it up near my fingers, and pulled one up starting with my index finger.

"Please, Please, Ple--- Ahhhh! ahhhhh! Fuck!" I scream and cried in agony as he burned each of my finger tips with the acidic solution for seven seconds each. By the tip he had gotten to my left hand I went into shock and passed out...

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Once I came to again I looked around the room and Vontez was wrapping my hands in some sort of gauze. I looked around the room feeling completely numb. I soon realized I couldn't move anything. I felt like a ton a bricks were layered on top of my body.

I whimpered which caused him to look up at the one fallen tear dripping down my face.

"Darrien you're awake." He said, pleasantly.

I couldn't speak so I just kept looking frantically around the room.

"Don't panic. You're okay. I gave a dose of numbing medicine so it would ease your pain. You've been out for three days. Daddy Mac order everyone not to come in and care for you until day 3." He sighed.

I stared up at the ceiling in deep thought. I didn't know what to think. What have I ever done wrong to anyone to ever deserve anyone of this. As I lay here now I could feel that my story won't have a happy ending.

About 3 hours later I started to feel again. I really wished I would've had another dose. I felt nothing and it felt great. It was as if I was a shell of my former self. I would like to think I'm as strong as others but I'm not. I keep getting hurt, I've tried committing suicide 6 times and failed miserably, I'm always given the bad hand in life. I'm not strong. My soul and spirit has been crushed. What is left for me to live for.

Vontez comes back in the room and helps me sit up. I groan at the pain I feel. My hands still have the afterburn on them, and they are all wrapped in white gauze.

"Thank you for everything." I say suddenly Vontez.

"No problem." He smiles.

"No..." I sigh. "It is."

"What do you mean?" He asks, dumbfounded.

"I'm only in this situation because--"

"You went out with Tonio." He finished my sentence.

"Yeah. How did you find out?" I ask looking down at my hands.

"I saw the video... You should've told me and I could've warned you about them." He answers.

"About them? You knew he would do that?" I ask.

"I didn't know you were going out with him so I couldn't say but I lied about him being my first and all that. Tonio has a bad ecstasy problem. He likes these weird sex parties. Point blank I was drugged when we had sex."

"Wow..." I said, speechless.

"Can I be honest with you for a second and you be honest with me?" He asks.

I look over at him and nod for the go ahead. He stands up and walks over to the door and peeks out, making sure nobody is near. He closes the door back and walks back in sitting on the bed.

"How long do you think you can keep this up?" He asks, and I'm completely lost.

"What are you talking about?" I ask In response.

He looks at me quizzically. "You don't think I know. Do you?" He repeats.

"Know what?" I ask, stressed.

"That your name is really Mahyden Zonilli." He finally says and I'm in complete shock. "So this is the time where you be honest."

Faizon and I are sitting in the room when Jalonni comes into the room. "Y'all pack some clothes for 4 days. We going to North Carolina."

Faizon and I look at each other. "Why we going up there?" I ask.

"Because I fucking said so. Don't start today boy." He says, shooting me that deadly glare of his. I'm over it.

"Okay Lonni." I say, dismissing his look.

"You gone fuck around make me hurt you." He says. God, I'm so sick of his shit.

"I don't care Lonni. Do what you have to do. You constantly make threats and don't act on them." My eyes widen at the trouble my mouth just got me in.

All of a sudden he charges at me. I try to dodge him but he grips my hair and I fall to the ground.

"Jalonni stop it!" Faizon screams, gripping Jalonni's arm. Lonni pushed him back on the floor and continues to drag me out of the room. We get near the steps and he stands me up.

"You wanna run your fucking mouth like you grown?" He questions, lowly in my ear. I still try to get his grip of my hair to loosen. "Tumble bitch." He says as he jerks my body backwards and throws me down the flight of 15 stairs. Each step felt like a step closer to heaven. My leg twisted, my face slammed onto the wall, and my shoulder popped out. I cried in shear agony. Once I reached that last step I was out...

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"How do you know this?" I ask.

"I knew I knew you from somewhere. When you first arrived here I couldn't put my finger on it, but you looked oddly familiar. Then it hit me. That man who I hit with the brick used to be with you all the time at that hotel you were staying at. I was a regular at that hotel with one of my johns and he often said that name. I came in here one day and you weren't in. You left your school I.D on the table and I glanced at it. That's what put it together for me."

I was at a complete loss for words. "How long have you known?"

"Since New Years Day." He confessed.

"I don't know what to say."

"You can start with why you lied about your name."

"It's complicated. You wouldn't understand."

"Oh I wouldn't? We are in the same boat. I told you my truths now tell yours. You can trust me."

I sit back and sigh. I've never confessed what was going on to me to anyone. "Where to start..."

After I tell him about the history or how I ran away, to why I ran away. He sat back on the floor speechless. "Wow.." He says after a long stare session we had. "I can't believe you went through all that, and with your brother."

I shrug. "My life."

"I would hate him for all that." He says.

"I can't bring myself to. It's not who I am. He's always been the one to keep us up when things got bad." I confess, sadly.

"What about your little brothers? Don't you think by you running away he could be hurting them now?" He asks.

"I think about them all the time. I couldn't bring them with me because it would've been hard." I admit, as much as I hate to say it.

"You haven't gotten in touch with them?"

"No because I'm supposed to be dead."

He scoffs. "They may be in a life threatening situation right now though Mahyden."

"Please don't call me that." I try to correct him.

"That's your name. That's who you are." He argues.

"But I don't want any connection to that name." I semi yell.

"Okay..." He surrenders. "I think you need to go back and save your brothers if anything. Now that you've pissed Daddy Mac off their is no telling how dangerous he will get."

"I don't think it is a good idea..." I protest. "I'm scared not only for their life but for mines."

"No fear compares to the shit Daddy Mac will do to you. You need to escape this before he becomes more deadly. He's gotten to attached to you. If you want I can help you."

"Is this about you really helping me or getting me out of the way?" I ask, truthfully wanting to know.

He side eyes me. "This is about helping you. You remember what he did to me with no remorse. He'll do it quick to you. Quit being such a pussy this is about going back for your brothers. If you were the one that looked out for them they deserve to at least know you're still breathing."

I sigh. "You're right about that."

"Besides you going home can't be worse than what has happened to you here."

It gonna be way worse. He just doesn't know the half of it....